Luyện nghe bài hát Can-o-corn

Back in the when I was a young buck
Stuck like a truck gettin' outta luck
was rough and I didn't have a plan
I was barely on the of my life as a man

It's really up when there's dope in the crib
No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin'
That's why a nigga learned how to steal, see
Shopliftin' laid me a whole lotta

But I remember days when the cupboard was
And life was but who the fuck cares?
I still hear momma, what she to tell me
That you don't get shit in this for free

And even if I never ever make it to the top
Fuck it! I for my hip-hop
Not can relate to what I been through
Even though some front and try to pretend to

Know the life of a kid and the strife
he has to live in the shadow of a base pipe
Good to bad, bad goes to worse
And soon he's stealin' from his own momma's purse

So clean out ya ears and open up eyes
I reach out to touch but moved the sky
My stomach is growlin', is born
'Cause all I had for was a can-o-corn

A can-o-corn,a
All I had for dinner was a
A can-o-corn, a
I went to school, I had a can-o-corn

A can-o-corn, a
I tried to get full off a
A can-o-corn, a
That's all the that we had in the kitchen

A few years later, I pledge a to the set
I'm growin' up but I ain't yet
funny how the strain in a life filled with pain
Can sometimes leave a bitch on the brain

I'm sittin' in the restaurant, my food like a eagle
Pickin' up scraps a seagull
Waitin' on the people at the next table to a tip
So I can put it in my

Phoney easter bunny, Claus and the stork
We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of
And it no motherfuckin' way no how
When it come up, I let you me down

So I stick to the boots and I'm with a mad group
Of gangstas and hoodlums, but you can 'em 'Scroops'
Give me or give me death
a man without pride ain't got shit left

And now I'm older with kids of my own
I put me in the pot where it to be a bone
Get'cha together, word is born
a man can't live on a can-o-corn